Set Free

How is it
That people often chose the harmful way
Over the helpful way?

Is it the nature
Of which makes us human?

Or perhaps one cannot
Maybe refuses to
deal with the world.

Would one be selfish enough
To take their own soul
From this world?

Nay

One must serve a purpose
Of which we all must
To make one's life pleasurable

But what if one
Does not wish to serve a purpose?

How does one
Escape the cycle?

What must one do
To live?
To breath?
To smell the scents once common?

Have we been experiencing these sensations
Through life
And never to notice it?

Be free
My little butterfly.